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i.

i was running kites in
an empty airport terminal.
it was zen.

ii.

i was in a place where i
didn't have to be angry anymore.
i was protected by my own
sanctuary, digging itself
under my fingernails to keep
hell out.
sanctuary is its own friendless
hell. it's where polaroids
disintegrate and hearts go mute.

in hell and in my sanctuary,
there's nobody for me
to call a liar [but me].

iii.

i forgot to tell myself
the truth about my petty cure
at the tip of this arrow:

life is a science,
not a eulogy; love sometimes equates
to third degree burns.

iv.

i have a map made of
fire. it's a timeline and
it tells me when your eyes turned from blue
to gone to honest, and how
my eyes haven't changed
[they're still dead harvest].

v.

if i were to choose between my tongue
and my heart, would you still
love me in sign?